Yomi-umi Shion. With her lustrous, straight black hair and a gentle smile that perfectly complemented her neat and lovely features, she was a picture of refined beauty. Always wearing a smile, she possessed a large bust, and her thighs, peeking out from a slightly short skirt, were supple and enticingly firm.

She was the personification of a young man’s fantasy.

Since entering school, countless boys had confessed their feelings only to be shot down. Yet, because not a single rumor of a boyfriend ever surfaced, a never-ending stream of boys deluded themselves into thinking they still had a chance.

As for me, I knew she was close with Shouko, but we had rarely interacted beyond the occasional exchange of words.

Just like with Shijo, we were practically strangers who didn’t even know each other's contact information. And yet, that very same Shion was now clinging to me from the front.

It was different from Chiyu, with whom I’d had at least some level of contact throughout my life. Being held by Shion, someone I had only recently connected with, made my heart hammer violently against my ribs.

"Hey, So-kun... am I... not good enough?"

"N-no, it’s not that, but..."

"But?"

"Shion, are you really okay with this?"

At my words, Shion’s eyes softened into crescents, and she let out a suggestive, sultry smile.

"If it’s you, So-kun, I’m happy to."

I had permission from my childhood friend, the girl herself was eager, and I found her attractive. With all the conditions met like this, it would be rude to refuse at this point.

"Then... please."

"Okay~"

Shion knelt down right then and there. She began fumbling with the belt of my school uniform, unbuckling it before sliding it down along with my trousers.

"Wow... it’s already so swollen. Were you looking forward to this?"

As Shion spoke, she hooked her fingers into my underwear, which was straining against the bulge, and gave them a quick tug downward. My member sprang out, exposed to the open air.

"S-so this is what it’s like... It’s my first time seeing one..."

Shion whispered under her breath, staring intently at it.

"Shion?"

"Y-yeah. I’m fine. Well then, I’ll get started."

Her slender fingertips wrapped around me, starting from her pinky. It felt cool for a split second, but her body heat transferred almost instantly. Just that alone made me twitch and shiver.

"Um, sorry if I’m bad at this, okay? I’ve heard stories from my friends, and I’ve looked things up a bit just to keep up with the conversation, but... I’ve never actually had a boyfriend before..."

That information didn't disappoint me; if anything, it fanned a sense of masculine superiority.

"It’s... it’s fine... More importantly, Shion."

I couldn't stand being teased any longer, and a hurried, urgent voice escaped my throat.

"Ah, right. I’ll start moving now."

Shu... shu... shu... shu... Shion’s hand began to move with rhythmic precision.

"Nngh...!"

"Sorry, did it hurt?"

"No, that’s not it..."

A look of unease crossed Shion’s face as she checked my expression, but she soon regained her smile—one that was somewhat mischievous.

"Then... does it feel good?"

"Y-yeah."

"I see. Is the pressure okay like this? Harder? Softer?"

Remembering that lies wouldn't work on her, I decided to answer her questions honestly.

"H-harder."

Her hand, which had been barely grazing me, shifted into a firm, stroking grip.

"And the speed? Like this? Faster? Slower?"

"Faster, please..."

Shu-shu, shu-shu... Shion’s hand moved back and forth with increasing speed.

"Like this? Does this feel the best?"

I couldn't even form words; I simply nodded over and over.

From start to finish, the situation of her listening to my every demand with a smile was incredibly arousing.

"I see. I’m glad. I’ll make sure to remember this rhythm, okay?"

Shion had mentioned that she always made sure not to forget what her friends told her so that her school life would go smoothly. For someone like her, memorizing the exact way I liked a handjob was probably second nature.

However, the thought of that information being recorded in her mind made my blood boil with heat.

Her hand continued its work.

"I want to make sure you know this, so you can relax and enjoy yourself."

Shu-shu, shu-shu, shu-shu, shu-shu.

Her beautiful face was right there in front of me. Every time she spoke, her breath ghosted over my shaft.

"This is something I’m doing because I want to do it."

I gritted my teeth against the pleasure that felt like it would lift my hips off the ground. Every time her hand moved up and down, her black hair swayed, and her bountiful chest jiggled and bounced with a heavy rhythm.

"Like I said before, I need this to feel like 'I belong' in this group... but it’s not just that."

It was the same with Chiyu, but even though the act was the same, the experience was worlds apart from doing it myself.

It wasn't just the physical sensation of being stroked; the surreal reality of Shion doing this for me magnified the pleasure manifold.

The beautiful girl that every boy in our grade would stop and stare at—the girl I thought lived in a completely different world—was now living with me. And she was kneeling before me, working her hand with everything she had.

"Because for the first time, I met a boy I could actually think was wonderful."

"Shi-Shion!"

"I thought that once I got this ability, I’d become much better at social maneuvering, but in exchange, I’d lose the ability to trust people. I figured I’d be forced to see the lies hidden in girls calling each other 'cute,' and the fact that «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» boys' kindness and concern aren't pure would become vivid... I thought it would be painful."

As Shion spoke, she skillfully began unbuttoning her own uniform with her left hand. Her collarbones were revealed, followed by the violent curves of her breasts, and finally, a black bra.

"So-kun, you’re kind, but you must have desires like any other person, right? Please, let me help you release them. When I can help you let out what you need to, I can truly feel like I’m being useful to you."

The sight of Shion’s flushed face and the destructive power of the cleavage I was looking down into brought me close to my limit.

"Shion...!"

Perhaps sensing the end from the way my shaft was throbbing, she spoke up.

"It’s okay, So-kun. Where do you want to put it?"

Shion looked up at me searchingly. While keeping up the shu-shu motion with her right hand, she used her left to point to different parts of her body.

"My face?"

My eyes were drawn to her neat, lovely face. She was giving me permission to defile that snow-white skin.

"My mouth?"

Her peach-colored lips were quivering slightly. She was willing to let my filth enter her mouth.

"Or maybe... my breasts?"

Her left hand moved to lift her own breasts. The fruits wrapped in soft skin jiggled and swayed, asserting their allure. She was tempting me to spill my seed right there.

Realizing why she had opened her blouse, I let out a groan. If I didn't hold back, I would have exploded instantly.

"Fufu, I can tell by your reaction. It’s the breasts, isn’t it? I guess it’s only natural to become a fan of big breasts when you have a cute, busty childhood friend like Chiyu-chan next to you all the time."

"Crap, I’m... already...!"

"Come, So-kun. Everything that was simmering inside—let it all out in a big burst!"

When you step on a garden hose while the water is running and then let go, the water shoots out with incredible force. My white fluid erupted in exactly the same way, spraying out with tremendous momentum.

"Whoa... amazing... it’s so hot... Yes, it’s okay, let it all out. Byu, byu, byuuu~"

In a gentle voice, as if soothing a child, Shion moved her hand softly to wring out every last drop. Along with the intermittent pulsing, Shion’s chest was painted white.

After I had finished, Shion even caught the last few drops dripping from the tip with her hand and her breasts.

"Fufu... my black underwear has been stained pure white."

I breathed heavily, somehow managing to mutter, "Sorry."

Shion’s chest was covered in the thick, messy fluid, and a white, cloudy lake had formed in her cleavage. It had to feel disgusting.

"Why are you sorry? I’m happy if it felt really good for you. Besides, it’ll be clean as soon as I put it in the Inventory, so don't worry about it. I can just wipe my chest, too."

That might be true, but... looking at Shion’s face, she didn't look angry at all; instead, she seemed to be radiating a sense of accomplishment.

"So-kun, you were bottling up so much. I’ve heard that when boys get horny, they can’t think of anything but letting it out. And yet, you were holding back this much while continuing to act so much like a gentleman. You have amazing self-control and you're so kind."

"You’re overestimating me."

In the end, I had given in to the temptation.

"I wonder. Hey, So-kun, could you lend me a towel?"

"Ah, yeah, of course."

I pulled a towel out of the Inventory and handed it to Shion. I thought for sure she wanted to wipe her soiled chest, but...

She began to meticulously wipe my member with the towel instead.

"Good job, So-kun. Thank you for letting it feel good."

I couldn't tell if she was just naturally airheaded or if those words came from the satisfaction of her desire to be useful. Either way, being smiled at and told something like that made it impossible not to feel my heart race.

"Eh? Ah, wait, So-kun. I thought boys were supposed to get smaller once they finished..."

Shion’s eyes went wide as she noticed my member pointing toward the sky once again.

Then, her expression turned sultry again as she looked up at me.

"Hey, So-kun. I don't feel like I’ve given back enough for what you've given me yet... if I can have another chance, I’d like to keep going... is that okay?"

I glanced briefly toward the Hut past the folding screen. Inside, Shijo was fast asleep.

And right here, so close to her, Shion had just finished pleasuring me with her hand.

"It’s okay. I’ll be able to tell if the door opens."

As she whispered, Shion began to slowly rub me up and down using the towel.

"Shion..."

"What is it?"

Her cheeks flushed crimson, Shion tilted her head with a sweet, inviting voice.

"C-can I ask you for one more round?"

The moment I asked honestly, her face lit up with a satisfied, joyful smile.

"Fufufu, of course. In fact, I was going to ask you myself. So-kun, let me serve you again?"

She placed the towel on her lap and once again touched me with her fair hands.

"Where do you want to put it next? ...Knowing you, So-kun, I bet it’ll be my breasts again."

"Ugh."

For a while after that...

Under the blue sky, in the outdoor space surrounded only by a folding screen, the sound of someone stroking something—shu-shu—continued to ring out.